And all hell's crashing down inside

The windows to the other side

Shimmering in rooms to quiet sighs

Of oh well, if it's happening there

It isn't here, and God appears

To deal a different hand to different tiers

But this play is not over yet

Hear the music of those marionettes

Beating drums down the quiet streets

Of ignorance and vain regrets

And all these fears swiftly come to pass

Presently she feels we're past

The cups of tea and optimistic prayers

'Cause out there's our unholy mess

Gathering its long white dress

And marching down the aisle to marry this

Matrimonial future bliss

Kiss the tide and hope it doesn't lift

Up your carpet woven from apathy and token frets

All Hell

But this play is not over yet

Hear the music of those marionettes

Beating drums down the quiet streets

Of ignorance and vain regrets